There's a provocative art show tomorrow night and I haven't had inspiration yet. I had a month to prepare, but no luck.
I tried gaining it by fucking different people, but I leave with a handful of their orgasms and still zero inspiration.
I met up with my best friend and former hookup, Perrie for advice.
"Have you ever painted someone naked?" She asked over coffee. "I drew a guy naked a few years back," I answer.
"I mean paint. Make that shit hot and colorful," she says and I chuckle, shaking my head. "Nah," I take a sip from my cup when Perrie says something that got my attention.
"I have a friend that can help you."
"Yeah?"
She nods and gets her phone out, "Her name's Leigh-Anne and she's gorgeous. I think you'll have fun." I raise my eyebrow a bit, "And by that, you mean...?" Instead of answering, she shows me her Instagram and my eyes widen.
I snatch her phone out of her hand for a better look.
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"That's from her swimsuit line photo shoot," Perrie says in a deliberate tone. I swipe through her posts, trying not to bite my fist.
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